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Obits and stuff
Dec. 15th, 2008 10:56 amIn an institution the size of the one I’m working at, it was bound to happen that news would come that someone I worked with had passed away. It was sudden, yet not… there were health issues involved. Part of me is sad because there are few Native Americans working here, and she was one of them.
However… I’m sure you all figured there was a ‘but’ coming…
She was, if not the most annoying faculty member to deal with, among the top ten. Top five. Three. Definitely up there. I know, I know, not nice to speak of the dead in such a way – but I have only so much tolerance for someone who tries to gank library materials and claim them as hers.
In sadder news, I came in this morning to find my beloved Glorfindel fishy had passed on as well. Again, a case of sudden but expected. A year ago we thought he wasn’t going to make it through the holidays. When I came in, he was on the bottom, with some of the swordtails swimming over him, keeping guard, chasing away the ottos and the loach. It was what he would do for the fry – all of the swordtails in the tank were ones he raised.
The story ‘Time Stand Still’ was based off of the way that betta had; sure, I had others in tanks and sometimes they watched the fry of the other fish, but none so diligently as Glorfindel. He started in a bowl on my desk; his personality was the type that wanted to have more space and play with other fish.
When I first got him, he was golden, with each and every scale outlined in black. Reminded me of a fish in armor. When he was introduced to the tank, he turned a fiery orange, matching the swordtails that were in there and the cherry barbs.
I have some pictures I took of him somewhat recently, playing a game of ‘Find the Fish’ with me when I came to feed him – he seemed to like to stow away in the nooks and crannies and then abruptly swim up the minute the food hit the water.
And, like Legolas-fish who was in the tank before him, he had this interest in people watching. Finrod-fish seems to be the same way, though he’s meaner and tougher and not the replacement to the swordtail tank. Not sure in this case if I’m going to ever find a replacement for that tank – at least, there certainly won’t be another fish like Fin.
(Appropriately, he’s buried outside, amid the barrenness of winter, under a pile of rocks.)
However… I’m sure you all figured there was a ‘but’ coming…
She was, if not the most annoying faculty member to deal with, among the top ten. Top five. Three. Definitely up there. I know, I know, not nice to speak of the dead in such a way – but I have only so much tolerance for someone who tries to gank library materials and claim them as hers.
In sadder news, I came in this morning to find my beloved Glorfindel fishy had passed on as well. Again, a case of sudden but expected. A year ago we thought he wasn’t going to make it through the holidays. When I came in, he was on the bottom, with some of the swordtails swimming over him, keeping guard, chasing away the ottos and the loach. It was what he would do for the fry – all of the swordtails in the tank were ones he raised.
The story ‘Time Stand Still’ was based off of the way that betta had; sure, I had others in tanks and sometimes they watched the fry of the other fish, but none so diligently as Glorfindel. He started in a bowl on my desk; his personality was the type that wanted to have more space and play with other fish.
When I first got him, he was golden, with each and every scale outlined in black. Reminded me of a fish in armor. When he was introduced to the tank, he turned a fiery orange, matching the swordtails that were in there and the cherry barbs.
I have some pictures I took of him somewhat recently, playing a game of ‘Find the Fish’ with me when I came to feed him – he seemed to like to stow away in the nooks and crannies and then abruptly swim up the minute the food hit the water.
And, like Legolas-fish who was in the tank before him, he had this interest in people watching. Finrod-fish seems to be the same way, though he’s meaner and tougher and not the replacement to the swordtail tank. Not sure in this case if I’m going to ever find a replacement for that tank – at least, there certainly won’t be another fish like Fin.
(Appropriately, he’s buried outside, amid the barrenness of winter, under a pile of rocks.)
